She is so wise. 
Whose wisdom do I notice?
Hers or mine?

It would be wise to find wisdom.
But does the fool recognize wisdom?

Wisdom is only as elusive as 
we are.

I won't pretend
to know truth.
Do you?
Tell me so and you lie.

All conversation
leads to silence,
so what is left to say?

Can you speak with
your being in it's beingless?

Fish swim and eagles do fly.
Who am I to question
Who am I?

There's only this 
heartless heartbeat...
beating.

This breathless breath...
breathing.

This soulless soul
in a loveless love with this 
empty eternity...

(it's Zenday)                                                                  ©1998 by David Bozzi